sticky note diaries, just a collection of random thoughts. a nanoblog of microblog posts in sticky note format.
this is just fragments. snatches of life. I don’t want to innundate myself or you, or others. you do not need the entire, complete puzzle or portrait. I’m relying on you to fill in the blanks. my life is a choose your own misadventure. turn to page 45 and you might just get whacked by a random assassin. turn to page 5 and you might be having make up sex with Jessica Alba. Turn to page 99 and you’re being audited for tax invasion. turn to page 77 and you’re training in Drunken style kung fu. it’s all been done before see what I’m saying? You don’t need to know me, hate, me, like me, live me, dislike me, dishate me (what does that mean?), dislove me (did you even love me to begin with?). my words, thoughts, actions, behavior isn’t designed to procure fake love, likes, hates, sympathies, respect, disrespect. life’s already cold, apathetic, indifferent, cruel, merciless. I don’t need to be an active participant. that’s not performance art, nor is it sexy and interesting. well I hope you get the gist of this shit it took me a whole agonizing 1 minute to put together. now, this is a full scale assault on the wrongful, corrupt, and perverted alternate timeline we’ve been forced to embark upon. I’m here to turn up the noise and ruffle some features yo. that’s right! the bad days, the glory days! the all or nothing days! they’re back baby! And I’m about to have my funs. feel that.
04.02.25 welcome to sticky note diary.
it’s not for you, its for me, like this entire website pretty much. me waxing on/off anecdotal.
sometimes I wax nostalgia too.
at times, we all want to be beautiful, and others we don’t even know what that means.
it’s not for you, its for me, like this entire website pretty much. me waxing on/off anecdotal.
sometimes I wax nostalgia too.
at times, we all want to be beautiful, and others we don’t even know what that means.
03.16.25
passing notes: someone at work inserted a sticky note into one of my books saying: I saw you staring at my ass the other day, I go to Planet Fitness.. don’t recognize the handwriting either, definitely a girls. thing is I’m rarely if ever in/at work physically.
passing notes: someone at work inserted a sticky note into one of my books saying: I saw you staring at my ass the other day, I go to Planet Fitness.. don’t recognize the handwriting either, definitely a girls. thing is I’m rarely if ever in/at work physically.
04.01.25
I wrote a blog about North Carolina, about people (online/offline), and internet culture nowadays. none of it flattering.
I’m trying to do a negativity fast. trust me, it’s a lot harder than you might think. normal fasting/dieting is easier by comparison. hope you’re having a good day.
I wrote a blog about North Carolina, about people (online/offline), and internet culture nowadays. none of it flattering.
I’m trying to do a negativity fast. trust me, it’s a lot harder than you might think. normal fasting/dieting is easier by comparison. hope you’re having a good day.
03.29.25
my 16 yo niece recently got bullied for the first time, by a cray cray blk girl with issues. the teacher did nothing about it. my nuna (Korean for sister) does what every crazy rich asian does, pulls her out and has her do online classes instead. my parents would of told me to go beat that person up back in the day. at least my mom would, she’s from the south. people, kids, adults were such weak af wusses nowadays. no wonder they hated martial arts, martial arts requires strength, stamina, discipline and focus.
03.22.25
Read ‘100 things lost to the internet’. It’s an easy read. the author discusses what the title implies. it rang a tinge melancholy at the things we used to take for granted, and are now gone. like eye contact, or not recording every fucken thing imaginable. I had bacon + poached eggs for breakfast. I secretley wish I could make Hollandica sauce with eggstreme precision. get it? eggstreme? yeah I thought that was pretty clever too.
Read ‘100 things lost to the internet’. It’s an easy read. the author discusses what the title implies. it rang a tinge melancholy at the things we used to take for granted, and are now gone. like eye contact, or not recording every fucken thing imaginable. I had bacon + poached eggs for breakfast. I secretley wish I could make Hollandica sauce with eggstreme precision. get it? eggstreme? yeah I thought that was pretty clever too.